As the Lady Fenwick came out from the Pochaug River into the Sound, the south-west wind brought crested waves to shore. The wind was increasing, and, to the great relief of David and Ezra, Mr. Bushnell gave the order to turn back into the river.
The next day David Bushnell asked his mother whether or not she knew the reason his father had proposed to go out with them the night before.
"He does not believe that you and Ezra go fishing at all."
"I believe in _you_, David, and that when you have anything to tell to me, I shall be glad to listen."
"And father does not trust me yet; I am sorry," said David, turning away. And then, as by a sudden impulse, he returned and said:
"If you can trust _me_ so entirely, mother, _we_ can trust _you_. To-day, two gentlemen will be here. You will please be ready to go out in the boat with us whenever they come."
The strangers arrived, and were presented to Mrs. Bushnell as Dr. Gale and his friend, Mr. Franklin.
At three of the clock the little family set off in the row-boat. Down at Pochaug harbor, there was Mr. Bushnell hallooing to them to be taken on board.
"I saw my family starting on an unknown voyage," he remarked, as the boat approached the shore as nearly as it could, while he waded out to meet it.
"Ah, Friend Gale, is that you?" he said, as with dripping feet he stepped in. "And whither bound?" he added, dropping into a seat.
"For the far and distant land of the unknown, Mr. Bushnell. Permit me to introduce you to my friend, Mr. Franklin."
"Franklin! Franklin!" exclaimed Mr. Bushnell, eyeing the stranger a little rudely. "_Doctor Benjamin Franklin_, _if you please_, Benjamin Gale!" he corrected, to the utter amazement of the party.
The oars missed the stroke, caught it again, and, for a minute, poor Dr. Franklin was confused by the sudden announcement that he existed at all, and, in particular, in that small boat on the sea.
"Yes, sir, even so," responded Dr. Gale, cheerfully adding, "and we're going down to see the new fishing tackle your son is going to catch the enemy's ships with."
"Fishing tackle! Enemy's ships! Why, David _is_ the laziest man in all Saybrook town. He does nothing with his first summer but fish, fish all night long! The only stroke of honest work I've _ever_ known him to do was to build this boat we're in."